Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Anindi Worry

Almost a week in the hospital, Ms. Lia always asked about Rendra to her son. However, Anindi gently said that Rendra was going out of town.

Anindi was called to the doctor's office. Finally the girl came, leaving her mother with Mila first.

"Please sit down." Dr. Pras pointed his forefinger at the available chair.

Anindi said, pulling up a chair and sitting down. "Thank you, Doc." The girl smiled sweetly. As always, always friendly.

The male doctor returned a small smile, then said, "Well, let's start the discussion." Taking a deep breath as if this was a very sensitive conversation. 

Anindi looked serious and tried to calm down. He's been through more surprising things than this.

"Look, Miss Lia is still in the healing process. It may take a long time for him to remember his true memories. Slowly, but surely." Dr. Pras kept reminding Anindi about this. "So, I really hope you can work well together. Don't push too much because this could be fatal to the nerves of his brain."

Anindi flinched, listening little by little. They digest it well in order to make good decisions.

Dr. Pras continues to explain in more detail about the consequences of the forced memory of the brain against Bu Lia. He understands very well how the condition of his patients so that it can be said to know better which is also the best.

Anindi nodded her head a few times. I think I should be more careful. "Good, Doc. In the Lord, I make sure to remember all the advice of the Doctor." Anindi's face was bent. A little restless also because they feel guilty if they have to continue acting. Even so, it has been a few days now did not meet with Rendra.

Doctor Pras noticed Anindi. "I understand your concerns, but I'm hoping you can do your best. In the Shayah of Allah, Miss Lia can definitely get her memory back. It just takes time to be in that position." As a doctor, he must be well positioned. One of them is to calm the patient as much as possible.

The conversation ended as well. Anindi came back out, walking slowly. Every inch of his foot felt like it was not on the floor. It felt like a dream, completely beyond estimation.

After being declared allowed to go home, Anindi took her mother home by renting a car from acquaintances. Whether this is the sustenance of the mother, the car owner refused to receive wages. "Take this as a gift for Mom" she said. Of course Anindi was a little embarrassed, but also grateful. This is one of the Most Powerful affections on His servant.

With the delivery of Miss Mila, finally Bu Lia and Anindi reached home. They can enjoy more time in a house full of memories and warmth.

"Mom, don't do a lot of activity just yet, yeah." Anindi reminded her mother. "Remember the doctor's saying that you need to rest a lot."

Miss Lia who was sitting on the chair also smiled a little. The tail of his right eye glanced right and left, nothing to look forward to. 

Anindi looked around. Glanced over here and there, and then said, "Mom, what are you looking for?" Rather than being curious, it was better to ask directly. 

Ms. Lia kept quiet, then said, "Your husband hasn't come home yet, has he?" 

The question managed to break into Anindi. He washed away some of his tired soul. You have to answer as prepared. It's impossible to keep saying that Rendra is out of town. Anindi sat in the long chair. Probably a long soup. Take one of Ms. Lia's hands and stroke it slowly. "Mom, it will come later too. Don't worry, yeah." I had to make that sentence come out. It is impossible to speak the truth.

Anindi smiled a little. The memory of the mother was so distant. Considering he was still at home. "Yes, Mom. Can, right?" 

Ms. Lia looked happy. "obviously. Mom, so have a friend." 

Anindi hugged her mother. I want to cry, but it is impossible. It's better to continue like this first, before he really gets the right time to talk. "Anindi to the store for a second, yeah. Excuse me. There is a bouquet of flowers that must be delivered at one o'clock in the afternoon."

Miss Lia's no problem. "Yes, Son. Be careful on the road. Don't dream of driving." Bu Lia's memory is not lost about her son who has this trait. 

Anindi releases a hug. Stand fast and say, "This is Allah, Ma'am. I'm saying goodbye, yeah. Assalamualaikum." 

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

Anindi finally left the house because she had to scavenge for sustenance. Considering his mother can no longer work because of his age is not young, especially now his memory is not good. Requires Anindi to sell well and actively again. Must be able to scavenge sustenance because the mother has to do a routine check up, every two weeks.

Anindi runs the bike with a messed up mind. Today, he was able to avoid the mother's question. But, tomorrow. Can it or not? That's what makes Anindi a little restless.

"I feel like I want to disappear. Why did he have to be there at that time?" Anindi complained a little. Suppose there is no Rendra when his mother's eyes open, maybe it will be different again the story. "I'd better make a bouquet of flowers quickly to finish. The shop has been closed for almost a week. My wallet is running low, hopefully the store will continue to be crowded."

Anindi motor runs at medium speed to the right. The house is not far from the store to save on transportation costs. This is considered well by Anindi when taking the decision to open a flower shop. The place was actually the result of Anindi's savings during the girl, grateful to still be able to buy one place to sell. There is an income that he can enjoy to meet his needs with his mother.

Anindi continued driving, suddenly the motorbike in front of the girl stopped suddenly. Anindi needed braking anyway, but the woman was too late. And, in the end, slammed the steering wheel to the right side and fell. "Astag." Anindi shrieks. 

Just sober some bikers noticed Anindi. Not helpful, but enough to observe while walking. 

The motor driver in front of Anindi was shocked, immediately pulled the motor to the right side. Fortunately, their position is on the right. Suppose you're in the middle, don't know what it's going to be like. 

Anindi's legs are squeezed by the motor. The girl grimaced in pain. "Astag." Trying to get his feet out. However, difficult.

The driver of the motorbike who pulled over his vehicle approached Anindi, looked at the woman and said, "You!" Pointing Anindi with the right hand. 

Anindi jerks. His head was raised up. The two eyeballs caught a tall figure standing as if it was observing him. 

"Come, I'll help." The figure extended a right hand. Waiting for Anindi's response.